Can't you tell I'm just a shell
Of the man I used to be
Once a lover not a fighter
Till the world kept punching me

Upper cut or in the gut
It's pretty much the same
With swinging fists at every step
It's hard to get out of the way

I still think that peacefully
Is the way things ought to be
But at best guess there's few of us left
That hold tight to this belief

Backed into a corner
No telling what a man will do
I just know that it's in his nature
To never want to lose

I'm here to tell that this shell
Has gained back the confidence it lacks
Once a lover now a fighter
As I'll soon start punching back